Jan 23 2009
The Gold Panner
Spotting a 50 cent t-shirt and baggy trousers, Andrea, sized the revelers with a mocking look. His eyes were read and lazy as they ran wide till he spotted a short dark-skinned lady, entering the night club. He had taken one too many and felt that false confidence of an amateur drinker. “Hello sweet lady, love a drink” he grinned at her,exposing brown teeth, and wading the latest Zimbabwean 100 trillion dollar note. Cool as a cucumber, the lady walked towards Andrea, and the two were soon dancing to a high-pitched Sungura beat. Grabbing Andrea by the waist, the hooker, could feel the wads of cash, and she was equally responding to his every move as he touched her behind. An hour later, like a sheep led to the slaughter, Andrea was ushered into the three-roomed house in the Mining Compound. That night he ate sadza (thick porridge)with steaming gravy trotters. He then slept like a baby. The following morning, he awoke from the deep slumber, with only a blanket wrapped round his body. It dawned to him that, he had been robbed clean. He piped through a broken window too scared, let alone ashamed to be the laughing stock of the sprawling compound
